After having a nocturnal visit from Peyton at 4am, I thought the day was going to start out a bit rough. We both ignored her at first, then when she whined, Dave told her to go back to her room. After a minute or less, she went back to her own bed without further fuss.
Peyton had picture day today, and we were practicing her nice smile while we were getting ready. She always has the most feigned smile, like it’s paining her to show teeth. It’s best to just make her laugh, and it will be more natural. She said, “I see the boy with the beard. He’s funny.” The photographer is this portly guy with a beard and glasses. He tried his hardest to get her to smile last time, and it was only with me that she was able. I didn’t have the time to wait around until 9am, when they were ready for pictures, so I hoped for the best. We chose some springy colors, even though it was dreary outside. She wore a skirt and some boots. I’d packed some clothes for her to change into after pictures were taken this morning.
This afternoon, I received a call from the teacher. My heart stopped as I realized it was school calling. I directed my student to the task at hand, then quickly stepped out to answer the phone. Ms Joanne was on the other end, and she just wanted to confirm I was free to be a chaperone for the field trip in 2 weeks. Really? Phew…I never get calls from the school, so I was afraid something happened to my accident-prone child. Luckily, things were well. Ms Joanne also reported that pictures went well, and Peyton was happy to smile for the camera.
When I went to get her, I saw her clothes, that were to be changed into, were still in the bag. I asked Ms Joanne about it, since it was a bit cold. She said Peyton was doing so well today, and she didn’t want to mess with things. She said Peyton asked to stay in her skirt, and they let her since she rarely dresses that way at school. She was happily swinging and didn’t want to get off. She did finally come running, and told me she kept her underwear dry.
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Soon after I received the call from Peyton’s school, I received an email from Brandon’s teacher. I only saw that she was the sender, and the first few words of the email as a preview, “I just wanted to let you know,” I quickly opened it, and it read, “Brandon had a FANTASTIC day today!! He’s been working really hard this week to be safe, respectful and responsible.” Really, fantastic was in all CAPS!! I smiled upon reading it, and even quickly IM’d Michelle with whom I’d been chatting. Phew. I had to think of ways to celebrate it. Yesterday, I’d talked to him about the theme of this month, cooperation. He told me, “No, this month is not cooperation. Cooperation starts TOMORROW. Since it’s March.” So apparently, he wanted to get the student of the month this month. He has been trying harder not to lie. Yesterday, he was telling us what happened at school. He started out, “First, the teachers thought we were supposed to go to the eating area, then next, two kids, Joshua and Vivian went to the office, and then we didn’t know where to go.” He went on and on, and we couldn’t figure out what he was talking about, but it did sound like he was telling us the truth about the sequence of events. He looked so sincere, making direct eye contact, which is something he doesn’t do when he’s not telling the truth. We took him to dinner for having such a great day (and I wanted tomato soup and cheesey bread at the salad place). He was telling us how he was helping his friends with math. I’m not sure if he’s supposed to be helping them, but he sounded like he was doing a good job. Hopefully it was a cooperative exercise, but he was proud of having such a good day. He earned back one of the many toys that were removed over the weekend. Yay for progress!
I took away Peyton’s “Daddy’s blanket” at bedtime tonight, as her consequence of coming out of her room. She cried hard for a minute, then found something else to cuddle up with, and laid down without any more to say. I told her if she slept in her own room, all night long, she could have it back. Here’s to a good night’s sleep. I have girls’ night out tomorrow!!!
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